I write down, with bloody hands, these words.
Riding through the lands,
dreaming of our castles gardens!
Oh, greensleeves, how I long for you!
Oh our dear King, protect us well,
and we shall web the net of certainty,
each one gloryfing the other.
Till we travel from paradise garden, to paradise garden!
Meeting on the lively marekts,
behind those shiny walls,
where the web of roads unite the world,
meet and hightening our,
each others glory of life!
Living the dreams of paradise gardens,
in the joined distand promised lands,
where our families castles lie,
in the valley of our dreams!
Where we shall die and give birth!
Live & change
Lough & cry
Love & protect
Let go & save
--- Greensleeves hörend, UK - Spain Kolonialismus Text von John Elliot lesend - nach Wien/Lernen/Tippen und Saibersdorf Halbtag (Tag 3.).
